f/ Mr. Hyde            * send corrections to the typist            [Mr. Hyde]      Watch me ignite this shit, like a fiend's pipe hit      Yo I do this for thugs leavin the righteous split      Niggaz turn into dashers at the sight of my blaster      You might be type quick but so my bullets run faster      Bustin off shots, got you clutching ya knot      Try to plug up the holes, the blood is gushing alot      Put on my brass knuckles, hit you wit a jab or two      Now I'm sent to stab a dude, turn him into magget food         Jaggin a magazine, yeah I'll be done with it quick      Watch me empty out clips like a son of a bitch   No remorse in my heart, I've been rotten since birth      Make sure I finish the job, kids I'm plottin a hurt      I'm huntin for a skirt, if she's beautiful, drug her      And if I'm mad ripped I got the louisville slugger      Ken Griffey swing with an axe at ya face      Litter pieces of ya skull all over the place      Attack a chick, maccurate, never miss the target      Open up ya mouth so I use my fist to clog it      Dead a for real, you betta get ya shield         Cause when I get ready to peal,shit you'll be wet as a seal   Your fleet might be deep, but I'm rollin wit worse thugs      Prone to burse slugs, it's on the first bug            [Necro]   We get in real fights, but I might hit you wit steel pipes         Leave you wit flesh bites, that heal right, if I feel spite      You dick suckin whore, bitch you ain't Chuck Norris      Bullets travel through skulls like fuckin explorers      Evil like the auras and correners, holding foreign objects      Due process to cut ya screen like sub marine destroyers      Punches to ya head in bunches      Your goin down like munchkins doin lunges      Rippin through stomach muscles like crunches      Like metal nunchukes, smashin ya ribs till their soft like sponges   Coughin up a lung of blood cells         All you super guys will get pulverized      When we brawl unsupervised, your eyes are red like trooper disguise      Like having your pupil stomped by a storm trooper      Brutal demise, repeated pain like I'm loopin up cries      Boxing like romans an ancient greeks, in the middle ages. creeps      Fought with spiked gloves. youll get dangerously beat      Fuck breaking through floor boards, we're war lords      And maintain jail hard. like chain mail, and broad swords            [Chorus: repeat 2X]      Street veteran, we crack ya head you need excederin      Aint no fear here      Wit man steps we shreddin none         Veteran, ya gear we reddinin   When the glocks pop, you drop so hard you crack the cetament            [Mr. Hyde]      A flourish shot, to shank you like a ceratops   Leave you wet like when the bottle of sherry pops in ya grill         Its phat like little babies licking cock         You disgust me, like old ladies wit chicken pocks   Evil writes, if the bitch steps outta line I'll have to fight her         Nail the female, I'll drink ya blood like apple cider      Wish master, pulling out my bitch blaster   Your dead and I'm breathin cause I empty clips faster      Thugin it out, my click is obnoxious      We'll jig you wit lock picks and dig in your pockets      Flesh text I wreck, right through your favorite rex      Peirce flesh ya bone as words bless ya dome      I'm dip, if a teets then steal combat boots      In for a fun toot, then cold starve that loose      Cold mersiless, hookers flirt wit this   Nine inch cock I pack just to hurt you bitch         And fuck gangsta rap cause I'll shank ya back      Its hyde hollowtips verse ya'll blanks and caps      All lucky kids that fought me already know         Cause I left her body stinking like courtneys sweaty hole   You steppin ta us without a weapon ta bust      We'll jack you outcha rangerover, make you trek in the bus            [Necro]      You'll have your head handed to you, end up a dead bandit      Slayed by the commander of brutal, you betta understand it      We using fistacuffs and pistol snuffs      To call ya bluffs, if your full of fluff and think your mister tough      You'll remain a peasant, pain is unpleasant      Like eating the brain of pheasant      Destroy you like crack cocaine resin         Bring it to you like armored horseman   Like a trauma abortion      This is benly drama endorsment   Smashing you like the arms of four men         A supporter of gore enforcement      Cock, brain splattered on floor cement      Seeing cattle killed is similair to men dying      On euorpean battle fields, shit is that real, I'm not lying      You might be missing, by tradition we try to fight a fishin      Were like weapons that move fast, like the light in the prism      Holmes take it off, make a choice, get hit wit bone   Breaking force in ya trachea till you can't make a voice         Enter the prize ring know as the streets      A survive thing if you're weak and we known as cadaver or meat            [Chorus]